Stephanie says

I scored a whole lot of bones today.  Beef bones.  Terry stopped by with skeletal mass from a recently butchered cow, (to the delight of Miss Rose Petal, who adores Terry, peeing on his foot in excitement every time he appears.  She loves any form of meat ever so much more however, "please leave the kitchen.  I won't jump up on the counter and eat the meat.  Really, I won't.  Leave now.) Back to the old cow whose time on this earth was over.  We are utilizing her remains fully.  We are making beef stock. I roasted bones in the oven at a high temperature, turned now and then to brown evenly, then tossed into the stock pot.  Rosie scored a meaty bone, just because she didn't snatch any from the counter, although I know full well that she would have, had she the opportunity.  Dogs.  Predictable.      Bones simmering on the rear burner.  Onions nearing caramelization on the other burner (because I only have two w...

Do people still take tap? For a slim-to-remote chance to land a role in rarely produced musicals like 42nd Street? It appears they do.  The curtain slowly rises with a staccato rat-a-tat-tat beat.  The stage is crowded with tap-dancing feet; Act I begins in high energy with dancers who definitely learned (and mastered) tap.  42ns Street was the 1933 Academy Award-winning musical; Composer Harry Warren, Lyricist Al Dubin, Librettists Michael Stewart and Mark Bramble..  I am considerably younger than that but knew many of the songs: "You're Getting to Be a Habit with Me;" "We're in the Money;" "Lullaby of Broadway;" "Shuffle to Buffalo;" and "Forty-Second Street."   Great songs all.  Terry couldn't make this performance, which he will regret all the more after I describe a sea of long legs clad in scanty costumes performing in-sync intricate dance moves reminiscent of synchronized swimming.  But on dry land of co...